Wrists are tightly strangled by the rope on the bed, has been numb without feeling, this will continue to blood circulation necrosis? The back of the neck is still the man’s heavy breathing, muddy alcohol often makes people dizzy, but now more and more sober. Lips full of alcohol still tirelessly in Zhao Yu’s snow-white neck and back, planting a strawberry. How should I meet people tomorrow? Jo Yu was reminded of this by the burning hickey, but remembered the irrelevant question.
It was as if the soul had floated in mid-air, just cold-eyed and silent, watching, watching, watching the two naked flesh on the bed entangled, no, it was a mature man’s bronze-colored body kept shrugging, and every now and then he let out a long sigh of relief, and in his crotch was the snow-white flesh, powerless and humiliated crouching and kneeling, in the man’s crotch, uncontrollably trembling and moaning in pain and hoarseness.
Suddenly, the sharp pain coming from his posterior interrupted Jo Yu’s scattered thoughts again.
“Hehehe, Ah Hui, you are still so tight, hehehe, biting brother’s big chicken bar does not want to let go at all, hehehehehe, itchy bar, don’t, don’t be anxious, brother give you, give you, give you hard to stop the itch.” The intoxicated man seems to take the crotch of the snow white flesh as another woman, half drunk, half awake, the crotch of the head of the prick is more thick and angry, while saying the side of the left poke the right bump into the big half of the turtle head stuffed into the Zhao Yu’s posterior court, and then fiercely accelerated, thick and long prick straight into the tender intestinal tract depths, bring up the chrysanthemum and anus mouth of the tender meat is also hard squeezed into a part of it.
Zhao Yu’s neck rose high in pain, his eyes, which were so exhausted from the labor, were once again greatly rounded and stared at the pale ceiling without a sense of purpose. He used his last ounce of strength to beg for mercy from the man lying on top of him, “Dad, don’t, don’t, I’m not mom, I’m your son ah dad.”
The faint voice, the amazing words, didn’t affect the man in the slightest, he laughed wantonly and casually slapped Jo Yu’s buttocks that had to be raised due to the padded abdomen. The snow-white ass flesh was already covered with red marks, it was indistinguishable whether it was casually slapped by the man or because of the frantic thrusting and banging out. Drenching sweat spread all over Jo Yu’s spine and buttocks, the stinging pain of the silk sweat induced the tender flesh in Jo Yu’s posterior to stop spasming and squirming.
The man pressed on top of Jo Yu enjoyed the exhilaration of having his prick tightly clenched, tirelessly wantonly enjoying himself.
The night is late and the night is still long.
A few hours ago, taking advantage of the opportunity that her father had a drinking game for dinner and was almost certain that she wouldn’t be going home tonight, Zhao Yu washed and dressed up. Little by little with a jasmine-scented shower gel to clean the whole body, and even the back of the chrysanthemum are seriously coated with a layer of light cream, carefully shaved off the original sparse body hair, bottles and jars of cosmetics, a little bit of fine sketching, a light coating, the mirror was originally clean and pretty teenager slowly turned into a heavily made-up teenage girl, just like the creation of magic.
Spread out on the bed, was an OL uniform set, a small black suit, a short and narrow suit tube skirt, and, also, a set of black lace underwear. The black bra, vaguely revealing the pinkish-white of the bedsheets, I don’t know what kind of luster it would look like on the body. A thong made up of a few strings and a piece of cloth would be tightly bound to one’s foolish existence. And the black stockings, rubbing smooth, as a strand of electric current straight to the bottom of the heart.
Within minutes, a mature and boyish career woman appeared in the mirror.
Zhao Yu, who lacked mother’s love since childhood, prefers to dress up as a mature type, a small cross-dressing fetish, with a strange temptation at the same time, but also slightly warm that lack of mother’s love for the tender heart. Today, for the first time to try the professional female dress up, looking at the mirror in the dignified and generous makeup, although try to make up to the direction of maturity, but always feel that something is missing. A glance swept to their smooth neck, Zhao Yu eyes bright: necklace, and is generally a mature woman only have pearl necklace!
I tiptoed into my dad’s room, and even though he wasn’t home, I still felt my heart skip a beat.
Everything in the house is well organized, as if the hostess cleaned up every day, who would have thought that this is the masterpiece of Zhao Yu’s father, in order to honor his late wife who died in childbirth, has kept the room the way it was when his late wife was alive.
Looking left and right, Zhao Yu is bent on burying her head in search of the pearl necklace of her mother who has not met her, and when it is hard to find and wear the necklace, she looks at the image of herself in the mirror in women’s clothing, and then looks at the photo of her mother on the bedside of her parents’ bed when she was young. Women’s self, and mom is really very similar ah, mom was what kind of person when she was young?
“Wheeler, it’s really, really you, Wheeler!”
A blurred cry, like a thunderbolt sounded behind Jo Yoo, immersed in the imagination of his mother, Jo Yoo, did not find out in the slightest that his father, who consistently does not come home at night when there is a drinking game, came home drenched in booze!
The mesmerized dad called out his mom’s name while lunging towards himself, and before the stunned Jo Yu could come back to her senses she was already being held tightly by her dad, kissing and biting him deeply. Thoughts of his late wife urged the red-eyed man to throw his female-clothed son on the soft king-sized bed, the king-sized bed that had had endless wonderful memories of him and her, and tonight, it would be an even more wonderful experience?
Jo Yu was awakened by his father’s movements, he resisted and struggled, but how could a skinny seventeen year old boy stand up to a man in his prime. Alcohol makes people crazy, the man tore his wife’s clothes in his eyes, but his wife strangely resisted, oh, it must be too long to love his wife, make a little woman is not more adorable? Moreover, oh, sometimes couples also play some not too much role-playing games to increase the interest, as for those over the top, hide themselves very deep, although he was drunk also still certainly not in his wife on the body of the show.
But maybe the wife likes that flavor too? Well, be rough tonight. In bed, the woman was always the passive bearer. It’s been a long, long time since he’s made out with his wife, “Hui’er, I miss you so much,” the man murmured, yanking off his wife’s loose bra and binding her struggling hands tightly to the bed, “Hui’er, I want you, I want you …… “
Jo Yu struggled and sweated, recovering from the shock of being seen in his women’s clothes, he knew that he had been mistaken for his dead mom by his drunken father, now, it was best that he settled down with his dad as soon as possible, maybe tomorrow when he woke up he wouldn’t remember anything, but what was dad doing, why did he start picking off his clothes.
No matter what, it was never possible to escape from her father’s strong hands. Hands were tightly bound to the head of the bed, Zhao Yu was forced to lie down on her knees on the bed, the small suit has been thrown on the floor, tube skirt was pushed to the waist, the abdomen pressed a few pillows rubbing the thong wrapped penis, the tender glans slightly spit out, rubbing, not very comfortable, but there is a kind of marvelous feeling.
Gasping for a moment, Jo Yu intuited that things were getting worse and worse up, her smooth legs that were attached by black silk stretched out in unyielding stomps, only to be grabbed by the man behind her with a handful of thin ankles. “Hey, hey, so smooth, slutty Huile is wearing black silk to tempt me again.” Immediately after that, the delicate soles of her feet were licked up by a slippery wet thing, the tingling sensation instantly spread from the soles of her feet to her whole body like an electric shock, one by one, the crystalline toes could not help themselves from curling up, and the finely coated nail polish reflected a little bit of luster, just like a mermaid’s tears in general luster.
“Itchy, itchy, Dad, no, no, Dad ……”
Responding to the teenager’s humiliating pleas for mercy was a series of sounds of tearing fabric. Caressing his wife’s buttocks tightly wrapped in black silk, strangely there was no more familiar soft feeling, nor was there any more fawning fatness, but rather the kind of taut firm flesh, the small buttock flap could be covered by a palm of one’s own hand. Oh, come to think of it, this is the wife’s buttocks when she was young, firm and tight, of course, the inside of that gluttonous mouth is also tight as hell, it seems to bite people as if they will bite, inserted into it will not let go. Kneaded two handfuls, the heart is funny all to this time, this little slut still does not yield, but it does not matter, when the male poked his cock in, the female on the bed will be obedient. Vigorously tore open the crotch of the black silk, handily the thong in the way of the cloth to one side, hey, slutty Huile mouth said do not, but wear so slutty is not trying to seduce my husband. Haha, hands sticky, my Huier wet so powerful, it does not matter, Huier, I came.
His backyard was rubbed by his dad, the place that had never been touched by anyone else was now being gouged by his own father with impunity, Jo Yul was shocked and angry, he was already past the age of not knowing anything, his dad’s actions exuded signals of full-blown danger. Jo Yul, gulping nervously, wiggled his ass aside as hard as he could. Got to break away quickly, or else, or else, or else …… However, before Jo Yu could open her mouth to cry out again, her open mouth couldn’t help but let out a cry of pain, and at the same time, a slap solidly imprinted on her right buttock, which was instantly fiery and painful. “Hehehe, slutty Hui’er is just slutty enough, twisting her buttocks to find her husband to beat, hehehe, Hui’er’s little mouth underneath is really wet, come on, let my husband I feed the mouth hungry little Hui’er properly.”
Misty looked at his crotch snow white firm little ass twisting, can not help but slap on it, well, although a little too much to drink, the feel is still very good, and explain and tight, really is the wife’s good ass in her youth, can not help it. The man held his high prick, tensed to the extreme glans rubbing the small mouth between his wife’s legs, how long has it been since he did it with his wife, this feels a little rusty. Just as Jo Yu was drawing all her attention to the pain in her rear end, the man ruthlessly plunged his thick, cock-like glans into Jo Yu’s posterior asshole. Then with the lubrication of the cream, the large half of the glans was tightly stuffed into Jo Yu’s asshole. The folds of flesh around the original red tender chrysanthemum and anus were mercilessly stretched tight and flattened, as if there was a bloody ruby inlaid in the seductive color of the flesh. A heart-breaking pain came from Zhao Yu’s crotch, and the weak female teenager was like a virgin who had been raped and deflowered, her pretty face under the heavy make-up twisted and tormented by the great pain that had suddenly come to her. Fruit, fruit, fruit is the ass of his wife’s youth, so tight and narrow, surprisingly, all at once can not be inserted into it, then put more effort. Zhao Yu only felt that the sharp pain was slightly relieved with the pause of the hot and rolling prick at her asshole, but only for a moment, another fierce force came from the man behind her who was tightly pressing down on her. The huge glans frantically broke through the narrow asshole, ramming, rubbing, destroying, and abusing all the way. The female teenager was pushed out of a cold sweat by the endless sharp pain, and in the eyes of the drunken man, his wife’s petite body looked even more oily. So tight, so true to young flesh, wife’s pussy is quite deep, huh, madness, it’s starting. The man slowly pumped outward the thick and long prick, the crotch of the flesh involuntarily trembled, seemed to moan something, but it did not matter, the man paused, his big hand tightly hooped his wife’s slender waist, toward the endless desire, pumping up.
The moon rose and fell in the gray clouds, as did the tireless bodies on the bed. Muscles smelling of alcohol, sweat, gurgling bodily fluids, and red marks stained the snow-white young body. The boy’s tender voice, from the beginning of the pain, to struggle helplessly begging for mercy, to the intermittent moaning, interspersed with an occasional uncontrollable scream, as the day drew on, slowly subsided, leaving only a helpless whimpering.
The sky was whitening, the clouds were still gray, and the room, which had been silent, resounded again with strange sounds.
“Mrs. Amamiya, I am still sorry for your loss.” The solemn hearth, the bright and dim candlelight, the surrounding air also seems to be saturated with this thick sorrow. Under a decent black suit, Jo Yu slowly followed his father and walked closer to the noblewoman who was keeping vigil in front of the effigy.
A week has passed since the night that is engraved in the heart. Zhao Yu this week deeply trapped in a kind of inexplicable emotions, as if frightened little beasts in general, always feel that his father’s falcon-like eyes are always in the cold watching himself, fortunately, this period of time and did not happen anything. Until yesterday, suddenly father suddenly took him far away to Japan, said to come to attend the funeral of an old friend.
In the funeral hall, a woman sat on her knees next to the statue, bowing and thanking the visiting family and friends, occasionally tending to the burning fire pit. The woman was probably in her mid-thirties, with thick black hair coiled around her head and combed in a traditional, stately style, but the years had not brought her the pale yellowing that should be expected at her age. On the contrary, dressed in a black kimono, Mrs. Amamiya looked increasingly fair, and the skin on her face was firm, not like the result of makeup.
She lowered her eyebrows, her eyes glittering with teardrops of grief, like crystal clear pearls scattered in her eyes, and not overly thick black lashes, straight and straight nose, slightly European flavor, slightly pale sad face, more lined with women’s red lips, is the kind of slightly bright burgundy, tightly pursed lips inadvertently revealed a special stubbornness of the meaning of the occasional openings Answer the greeting from time to time, let a person vaguely peep out of the broken jade-like teeth, tempting people to personally measure with the tongue.
The woman had a manly round chin, and underneath her slender white neck was the same milky white as her face, making people want to fondle it to see if it was also milky and tender. Further down, it was the white kimono lining, wrapped around the high breasts, tight, airtight, so that people could not help but want to go to lift to see the secrets hidden inside.
The warmth of the firelight draped around the near side of the woman, the drips of sweat, the slightly hidden tears in her eyes, the slight change of light and darkness on her face, combined with the stately, conservative dress and hairstyle, added a holy glow to the stately, elegant woman.
Responding to this Zhao Yu’s father’s greeting, the woman once again knelt and sat bowing to return the greeting, her hips naturally sticking out backwards, the hips tightly wrapped by the black kimono weighing heavily on the tops of her ankles, trembling slightly with the woman’s movements of bending down low, even more so as she strained the rounded and plump arcs. She looked up and Mr. Zhao exchanged a few pleasantries, and as Mr. Zhao turned around and retreated aside with Zhao Yu, those slender eyes that were originally full of sadness, flickered vaguely for a moment, looking at Zhao Yu’s slightly unnatural steps, seemingly realizing what was going on, only to hide it tightly again, twisting her head and the next guest to return the greeting.
The night gradually deepened, the guests gradually dispersed, above the spirit hall, only the Rain Palace Lady and Zhao Yu father and son remained. The dim candle flame was caressed by the night wind through the hall, whimpering and whimpering sounds from nowhere.
“Mrs. Amamiya, my canine son and I came in a hurry, so I would like to stay at your place for the night, please take my canine son into his room to rest, and I have something else to discuss with you, ma’am.” Mr. Zhao spoke politely. Amamiya nodded her head as softly as a traditional Japanese woman, and without saying anything more, she took the overwhelmed Zhao Yu into her room to rest.
A few moments later, Amamiya stepped on fine lotus steps, hands attached to her abdomen, and warmly walked back, raising her eyes to look at Mr. Zhao. In an instant, the sadness that had melted away from her face dissipated, and she swept a charming glance at Mr. Zhao as she looked around, pursing her lips and smiling. Sweeping the hair at her temples with her orchid fingers, Lady Amamiya quietly knelt in front of Mr. Zhao.
The solemn noblewoman’s eyes were so charming at the moment that it seemed like water was going to flow out of her eyes, her slender fingers gently stroked Mr. Zhao’s crotch and slowly unzipped his pants, and a thick prick instantly became erect, bouncing straight to Amamiya’s eyes. The tip of her bright red tongue swept over the soft lips, Mrs. Amamiya surprisingly spoke very fluent and authentic Chinese, “What a strong smell, Mr. Zhao’s taste, it’s still nostalgic.” Saying that, she stretched out her tongue and licked from the root of the thick and long phallus to the tie below the glans in one breath, and then swallowed the fat glans in one mouthful and sucked it hard.
Although being served by the originally dignified noblewoman who was suddenly lewd, Mr. Zhao’s face tensed up even more, “Mr. Amamiya had just unlocked your ban not too long ago, but he suddenly died in a car accident, and the organization has some questions about this matter. It just so happens that I’m going to Japan on a business trip, so the organization sent me to investigate the matter.”
“Oh? Does the organization suspect me of assassinating my own husband? But Mr. Zhao, as an investigator, has brought his own son here, so my slave is curious about this matter.”
“Is that so? Amamiya Qin Zi, huh, Amamiya Qin Zi, the originally mighty Officer Li Ziqin became Amamiya Qin Zi, and even called herself slave up, huh, what a surprise.” Mr. Zhao did not answer, but seemed to point out Mrs. Amamiya’s unknown past.
As soon as the words left her mouth, Mrs. Amamiya’s original movements of obsessively licking and licking her manhood suddenly stopped, and the seductive flushed color on her face dissipated without a trace. Mr. Zhao, however, began to move, his hands pressed down on Amamiya’s head, and his furiously erect manhood plunged deep into her mouth and pushed up hard. Amamiya Kinko, or the original Officer Li Ziqin was awakened by Mr. Zhao’s furious movements, the discomfort of deep-throating caused her to gag and dry-heave, she originally wanted to struggle to get rid of the man’s hands, but then recovered after subconsciously twisting and swaying for a few moments, and cooperated with the man in a supple and skillful manner.
Countless times of deep throat experience let Amamiya exceptionally skillful use of the soft flesh of the throat gently wrapped around the mouth of the phallus, tender tongue coiled around the body of this rod, along with the phallus of the deep insertion, skillfully lubricated; when the phallus is withdrawn, the tongue stretched out straight, the tip of the tongue slightly forcefully upward, hooked to the sensitive part of the glans underneath the glans. Sparing Mr. Zhao’s long experience in gentle formation, he was also deeply satisfied with this superior tongue skill, “Not bad, Officer Li was eloquent back then, and now this mouth kung fu is also very strong ah.”
Mrs. Amamiya, who was sitting on her knees with her prick in her crotch, was unable to open her mouth, but only raised her eyes at Mr. Zhao with a grudging look, whimpering and humming out a pampering sound. On top of the solemn hearth, the dignified lady in black kimono-style mourning clothes was using her normally unsmiling lips and teeth to dutifully serve the prick other than her husband. She grunted and gasped, and sucked it skillfully. With an infatuated demeanor and sultry eyes, it wasn’t long before Mr. Zhao pushed his prick deep into Lady Amamiya’s mouth and ejaculated his manly essence in a soothing manner. Amamiya sucked hungrily, swallowing Mr. Zhao’s bodily fluids directly, I don’t know if it was on purpose or too much to swallow, a white cloud slowly flowed down the corner of her mouth.
Amamiya naturally reached out with her tender tongue and licked the whiteness from the corner of her mouth in, then wiped the rest off with her big fingers and sucked deeply on the breathless Cho.
“Oh, slut, haven’t I fed you yet?”
“Master is so nasty ah, knowing that the cum addiction on slave’s body is still not fully unlocked, slave’s upper mouth feeds the master, but slave’s lower little mouth can be greedy and drooling for miles.”
“Heh, it’s good to know you’re a slut slave yourself. The cum addiction in you is fine, as long as you do one thing for me, tune me up to the boy I’m leading today, he’s my son Cho Yul, but I’d like to have a daughter in bed.”
Amamiya’s eyes twinkled, “Oh, why doesn’t the master temper it himself?”
“Slap!” What answered Mrs. Amamiya was a loud slap.
Mr. Zhao said to Amamiya who was beaten with her hair scattered to cover her face, “Do whatever your master tells you to do as a human demon slut slave, do you still want to taste what you enjoyed ten years ago? Teach him well, remember, what I want is not a slut, what I want is a good daughter who is dead to me.”
Covering her face and crookedly falling to the side, Amamiya quickly twisted around, “Master, slave knows that I’m wrong, slave promises to complete the master’s arrangement, only, can master arrange for slave to go back to the country, so that it’s also convenient for master to check the progress of the conditioning at all times?”
Mr. Zhao was silent for a long while “It is also possible, after all, some people are still under the control of the organization, understand that you do not dare to make any waves. I will return to the country as soon as possible to report to the organization to arrange, this summer past you can return to the country, but Zhao Yu’s conditioning ……”
“Don’t worry master, Zhao Yu can stay here with slave first, when this summer passes, slave guarantees that he can change into female clothes and go to school without missing a beat.” Amamiya narrowed her eyes slightly and gently spat out the words that would decide Zhao Yu’s fate.
“Well, that’s fine, then let him spend the rest of the summer here, and don’t let me down when you guys get back home, or else ……”
“Master, there is one more thing that my slave has to do.” Amamiya blushed slightly and said timidly to Zhao.
“What is it?” Zhao seems to be a bit annoyed “Slave, slave was just beaten by master, master, slave wants it so much.” While saying that, Amamiya pulled open the neckline of the black mourning clothes.
Large areas of snowy skin were gradually revealed as the collar widened, and the flesh of the mature woman’s breasts was pushed up high, while a black cord protruded from her delicate collarbone.
The former hallowed Officer Lee, now Mrs. Amamiya, a celebrity noblewoman, seems to have truly become a slut, all but binding herself at her own husband’s funeral.
“Slave has tied herself up, come on master ……”
“Oh, it used to be easier to fuck you when you were tied up, now you slut just can’t be fucked without being tied up.”
The night wind whimpered through the hall, causing the candles in the hearth to sway left and right. The sound of the night wind couldn’t hide the whimpering moans and the swaying candle flames that shook the flowery white flesh.
“It is really very rude to feast on you all on the day of my late husband’s burial, however, because of the urgency of the matter, I ask for your forgiveness.” Saying that, the dignified and kneeling Lady Amamiya gave a deep bow to the crowd on the tatami mats.
This is a quiet room in the Amamiya family’s villa, with a traditional tatami-mat floor, the walls decorated with traditionally-painted Japanese ladies’ drawings, and a few orchids placed in the corners, adding to the serenity of the room.
Mrs. Amamiya was seated at the top. Below her, to the left and right, were a dozen middle-aged men in suits.
The people who had just attended Mr. Amamiya’s funeral were all dressed formally in black suits. Mrs. Amamiya did not wear the traditional Japanese funeral dress today. Her black hair was still pulled back, very dignified, and the original black veil headdress had been taken off and put aside. The black jacket outlined the high, bulging curves that had been hidden by the kimono a few days ago. Underneath was a black hip-hugging long skirt that clung tightly to her plump hips and supple thighs, but loosely spread out like flower petals below her knees. A calf wrapped in black stockings flowed out of the foot of the skirt, and underneath the sheer stockings, it still flaunted a tantalizing white color of flesh.
Mrs. Amamiya did not wait for the crowd to speak, and then opened her mouth: “The late husband suffered a misfortune, for many days, the qinzi is depressed. Now, the qinzi intends to leave this sad place as soon as possible, but the late husband was alive and you have business dealings, the qinzi has already decided to do so, but also ask you to fulfill the qinzi, in the face of the late husband, but also please help the qinzi to deal with the business things, the qinzi on behalf of the late husband, please all of you.”
Once he finished his speech, he hung his head and bowed again.
The dozen or so people sitting opposite each other on both sides seemed to be surprised by Lady Amamiya’s sudden decision, all of them were silent. A long time ago, a big man with a full beard opened his mouth and asked: “Since Mrs. Amamiya is determined to leave, we naturally will not obstruct, just ……” The big man looked at Mrs. Amamiya and blinked his eyes, smiled slightly, seemingly the words have an end but the meaning is infinite.
Mrs. Amamiya quietly looked at the big man without saying a word, turning her eyes around to scan the crowd. And the seated crowd quietly locked eyes with her, young and old alike, with strange expressions of laughter and amusement on their faces.
Suddenly, Mrs. Amamiya showed her face and smiled, “Qin Zi is sad for many days, but also please all of you to give Qin Zi some happiness, so that the deceased husband under the nine springs will rest in peace.” Finished, a charming out of water flying eyes wave down, “all of you, to let the qinzi good happy yo!” After saying that, she unraveled her tightly coiled hair, and slightly tossed her head, a touch of softness and charm along with the floating black hair quietly drunk on her face.
All this is happening in the quiet room, through the closed-circuit television is not far away from a room in a certain teenager’s eyes. And the teenager’s state at this moment is by no means normal.
He was squatting on top of a platform with his legs wide open, and his hands and wrists were tightly bound and hanging high up. As if immobilized as a specimen, he couldn’t move, and upon closer inspection, he was trembling slightly.
The high hanging hands exposed the entirety of the teenager’s pale chest, with two bowl-like objects of translucent material clinging to his chest. The bowls were filled with a white liquid, sometimes calm and sometimes agitated, stimulating the teenager’s chest at all times. The flesh of his chest that was occasionally exposed through the liquid was already red and swollen by the adsorption, and it was believed that the teenager’s breasts had already reached the size of an A-cup after the removal of the device. However, the areola and nipple area, which was originally darker in color, was unusually lighter in color than the red and swollen flesh.
The teenager strained to crouch, and under her slender calves was a pair of bland high heels. The only difference was that the shoes were metallic. The narrow palm of the shoe and the fifteen centimeter long pointed heel were firmly fixed on the platform.
Sexy lace-up straps bind around the teenager’s ankles, making this beautiful labor impossible to get rid of.
And in order to maintain his balance, the teenager had to do his best to pucker his ass backward. That posterior chrysalis, which should have been excreting filth, was instead stuffed to overflowing with a thick electric dildo, also fastened to the counter, stretching and pumping the teenager’s humiliated asshole without slowing down.
The naked body of the teenager was already covered with water stains, but not all of them were sweat, but also a large part of them were applied “skin care cream”. The slim, oily body is somewhat seductive in the light.
At this time, Zhao Yu’s heart was mixed. Both arms, both legs, had been labored without feeling. The muscles on his thighs and calves were involuntarily spasming. The chest was stimulated and painful and numb. The most embarrassing was the pubic area, the already numb calves involuntarily relaxed a little, the consequence was that the dildo that was originally deep in the backyard pushed deeper against the sensitive tender flesh deep in the chrysanthemum and anus, and a ring of metal at the base of the dildo finally touched the anus of the chrysanthemum and anus at the anus opening. Instantly, a surge of electricity traveled through the teenager’s entire body from bottom to top. The teenager couldn’t help but sway twice, and a few moans were blocked in his throat by the gag ball.
At the moment, the teenager’s mind was not completely immersed in carnal misadventures; the wide display and the surround stereo in front of him made him feel as if he were in the very room where the kink was taking place.
The men had already surrounded Mrs. Amamiya, their large rough hands stroking and kneading the plump flesh with impunity. They were completely oblivious to the fact that the one they were playing with at the moment was the undead of their late friend, who had only just been buried. They seem to have a tacit understanding, although at the beginning of the impulsive all surrounded up, but after a while but only left four people manipulating Mrs. Amamiya’s lustful ripe meat, the other people stood quietly on the sidelines to appreciate.
“Madame’s flesh is so fascinating, you can’t get tired of playing with it.”
I don’t know who’s words solved the mystery, but this kind of lewd feast was not a one-time or two-time event. By now Amamiya had been stripped half-naked, leaving only a black lace bra on her upper body. A pair of big hands squeezed in hard and played with the fat breast flesh, causing the sheer fabric to rise and fall. Mrs. Amamiya’s back was resting against the man’s firm pecs, her eyes were misty and she was breathing heavily, intermittent moans flowing out with the man’s movements.
Taking advantage of Mrs. Amamiya’s slight loss of concentration, the two boys picked up and spread her legs. The elegant long skirt lewdly shrunk up to Amamiya’s slender waistline. Half covered, the entirety of the black garter stockings were exposed, as well as a narrow black lace thong shamelessly.
Above the elegant and noble head of the stockings were two white and amazingly absolute areas. The two pieces of white flesh gradually merged and ended in a mysterious triangle covered by a small piece of black fabric. A few twists of long hairs that were not willing to be left alone but also escaped the protection of the thong’s lustful cover and were revealed.
The man in front of Amamiya now opened his mouth and teased, “Madam is really punctilious, she’s actually covered in black from the inside out, is it appropriate for us to use a black condom tonight, hahaha.”
Mrs. Amamiya winks, “Injustice, don’t come yet, I’m so empty.”
The man, who had long been naked, stroked the soft pussy flesh in front of him that could not be resisted while laughing, “Your Ladyship’s endurance is strangely high, and we have long been taught that many times under Mr. Amamiya’s leadership. Mr. Amamiya, however, was able to kill Madame every time by virtue of one hand, so we will also use this trick to learn from Madame tonight.”
Amamiya Kinako seemed to have thought of something, her originally rosy face suddenly turned white and struggled to stop him.
“No, no, it won’t work, it’ll break, it’ll break that way!”
“Oh, Madam, feel free to let go and spread your thighs to enjoy it, all the dozen or so people here tonight are going to try that trick on Madam.”
Said the man, no matter how much struggle can not get rid of the three men to control the uncontrollable writhing of the beautiful meat, forcefully tore off the sexy thong. Looking at the faint water stains on the thin narrow strip of cloth, sticking out his tongue and licking it as if he was a pervert: “The taste of madam’s lewdness is really intoxicating ah, please madam, please taste it yourself!” After saying that, he forcefully shoved the small and sultry thong into Amamiya Kinko’s mouth that couldn’t stop begging for mercy, “Madam, it’s coming oh, wait don’t scream too loudly, be good oh.”
The female pussy in front of me was slightly peculiar: there were no thick labia majora as in the case of ordinary women, and the two labia minora, which were directly connected to the vagina, were smooth and taut and protruded, with a bulging clitoris unprotected by a foreskin attached to it.
The thumb gently rubbed and pressed the hard clit, the un-lubricated friction provoking another shudder in the female body, the index and pinky fingers clamped down on either side of the labia minora, and the index and ring fingers were jammed hard into the smooth vagina.
Unlike the softness of ordinary women, Mrs. Amamiya’s pussy had a special touch. Whether it was the clitoris or the labia minora, or even the vagina, there was a blood-filled suppleness to it.
The man recalled Mr. Amamiya’s previous movements, the two fingers deep in his vagina couldn’t stop curling and snapping, the big finger matched the outer two, pinching the gradually hardening labia minora in a loose grip, rubbing and pressing the harder and harder clitoris one by one.
Containing her own panties, Gumiko’s eyes were wide with inanity, and a long whimper pierced her long, thin, snow-white neck that she had unconsciously straightened.
“Don’t, don’t, stop it, stop it, it’ll drive me crazy, I’ll go crazy.” No one heard her murmur, and even if someone did, who cares, what the men had in front of them was just a piece of beautiful meat that was about to be played by them to the point of forced masturbation.
Maybe it was worth it, because the kinky feast, more than anything else, was meant to show him and make him understand what he wanted him to understand.
Then let go of yourself! Since you’ve fallen so far, keep sinking to hell! Just, can’t forget, can’t forget ……
Gradually, an unnatural blush appeared on Qin Zi’s face, and her originally struggling flesh gradually returned to quietness, only that without realizing it, a subtle sweat had long since spread all over her body.
The expensive bra had already been thrown aside by the man behind her, and the teardrop shaped breasts still maintained their D-cup firmness in the man’s rough hands. The two fat and tender dark red cherries had already been lost, and were being kneaded and pinched to their heart’s content by the thick fingers.
Gumiko suddenly turned her head and spat out her saliva-soaked thong with all her might, whimpering and demanding kisses from the man behind her.
When the man unhurriedly lowered his head to take in the two tender lips, Mrs. Amamiya had already endured a near-collapse.
A sharp moan dissipated into the tangle of lips and tongues between the two men, both calves tensing hard despite the man’s control.
In front of him, the man who was playing with Kinko’s pussy smiled slightly: it’s done.
Sure enough, a stream of translucent white obscene liquid shot out from Mrs. Amamiya’s honey hole, as sharp and long as a spray of urine. However, the crowd knew that this was never a blowjob in an AV movie, it was just a female porn star peeing on purpose. But this piece of flesh under their hands was a real blowjob that came out of her vagina.
Finished with her tide, Mrs. Amamiya couldn’t break away from her entangled tongue and could only breathe sharply through her nose. Her face was already red hot, beads of sweat had spread all over her body, and her oily, lustful body was even more seductive, the next man smiled in Kaneko’s horrified eyes and reached out, and in no time at all, another uncontrollable stream of lustful fluid gushed out from the depths of her own shattered soul ……
After the dozen or so men had all enjoyed the pleasure of personally triggering a blowout once more, Mrs. Amamiya was left alone on the sidelines. The only thing left on her body was her long skirt, and her original stockings had also been stripped off by someone during the blowjob banquet just now. After a few people had been involved in the blowjob banquet, the remaining few people couldn’t hold back any longer, and they played with and lusted after Qin Zi’s body, but they all tacitly didn’t really penetrate, let alone ejaculate, because the fun was still to come.
Her naked snow-footed legs sat sideways on the edge of the large tatami mat that was wet with her own lewd fluids, her originally gorgeous long skirt draped helplessly, ticking inexplicably along the foot of her skirt. Gumiko gazed at the surrounding men who were drinking and clamoring in a daze, and the men were all pretending to laugh and drink while watching Gumiko out of the corner of their eyes.
Finally, Mrs. Amamiya made to brace her long-sore and weak torso, landing on her hands and knees and rocking her plump, rounded ass as she crawled toward the nearest man.
“I want it, I want it, give it to me, please give it to me!”
“Oh, we’ll definitely fulfill any needs your ladyship has, but what exactly does your ladyship need?”
“Man, I want a man, no, I want a cock, I want a big cock, I want a big cock that can cum to me.”
Vulgar words, mesmerized looks. Although still erotic, compared to before, the female body now clearly had more of an incomparably hungry lust, as if out of control with an indescribable need for a man, or rather, for a man’s crotch.
Satisfied, the man spread his legs, revealing his already hard cock. Mrs. Amamiya, like a hungry dog that saw a meat bone, used her last strength to pounce on him and leaned her head against the man’s crotch. Without the slightest hesitation, Gumiko forcefully opened her originally elegant mouth, and swallowed the dirty and smelly cock in one mouthful, as if it was the only treasure left in the world.
The man sighed with a soothing angular sigh as the out-of-control and horny Amamiya gulped with all her might, her carnal instincts having carved out a memory of the one thing that would relieve her of her forbidden symptoms, semen.
A long time ago, when Amamiya Qinzi was set up by that man with an exclusive prohibition, after every tide, Qinzi who was awakened to her sperm addiction, simply could not endure that kind of torment, whether it was the once iron-blooded police officer Li Ziqin or the later gentle and dignified Mrs. Amamiya, only that man’s sperm could get her out of her uncontrollable frenzied state.
Now, although the man had lifted the ban before he died, the years of oppression had formed a habit in the flesh that was hard to erase.
Tonight, when dozens of orgasms awakened the memory of the flesh again, at this point, Amamiya Kinko became a complete slave to semen.
As long as there is semen, no matter what she is asked to do, no matter what man’s semen, even, no matter if it is human or not ……
Cum, hot and fragrant cum, in Chinzi’s mesmerized and frenzied eyes, there was only cum left in the world: I want cock, I want cum from my cock, cum in me cum, please cum in me cum. Wherever, pour it into my mouth, shoot it onto the tops of my big tits, smear it on my hands, shoot it up my ass, shoot it into my asshole, oooooh, and, and, and, shoot it into, my, slutty pussy, oooooh, I’m a woman with a slutty pussy, ah, give me cum, give me cock, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me quickly, ah! There was a slight cool draft, the skirt was lifted up to my ass by whoever was there, and right after that my empty and spasming cunt was filled with something hot, it was so comfortable, oooooh, it must have been a thick cock, I want it, I want a cock.
“Well, it sure is slutty, just a few thrusts into her and this big ass is wiggling so much.”
What a distant sound. Don’t worry about it. I want cock. I just want cock.
“Hee hee, ma’am has such a wonderful ass, wouldn’t it be a waste to fuck ma’am’s honey hole in puppy style ……”
Well, what happened? Why did it stop?
Despite the man’s cessation of thrusts, the hungry ass continued to rock from side to side begging for something thick and long, and her nose grunted a disgruntled petulance.
Well it didn’t take long to wait as the familiar scalding heat came to already ass once again, differently, pressed firmly against his own tender asshole.
Oh, there, there is my asshole, ah, yes, asshole, my asshole is so empty ah, a long time ago the cocks were only inserted into my asshole, my asshole want cock ah, hard to fuck my asshole ah, dry over it, dry rotten it ……
The man’s powerful hands pinched the soft and slender waist of Kinko, and then he lay backward, also driving the beautiful flesh picked up on his penis to be helplessly manipulated into the position of pouring candles upside down.
Ah, so deep, pushed the asshole so deep, but the mouth of the cock is gone, oooh, I want cock, give me a cock.
The aggrieved Mrs. Amamiya didn’t have to wait long, and as she lay fully on top of the man behind her, a fresh, steaming cock was also shoved hard into her newly emptied, not-so-long-empty honey hole.
The surrounding clamor of people seems to be far away from the sky, all the things in the world have nothing to do with me, only the asshole and pussy in the cock is the only real dependence. I, once a young and promising police officer Li Ziqin, now, just a head with a slutty pussy incomparably eager for semen beasts, oooh, how this tears also have the flavor of semen, I want, I want, I want semen, I want a cock.
It was as if the world was only bright in this room in the quiet night. The snow-white, soft, lustful flesh quivered and moaned helplessly in the midst of the strong men. The cunt and the posterior were being rapidly thrust, the sandalwood mouth was being taken over, the fat tits were being kneaded and squeezed, and the hands were half-forced, half-voluntarily holding and rubbing the two rods of flesh. The beautiful meat wrapped by the man only left two slender calves alone and exposed on the outside, trembling, shaking, tender toes involuntarily curled and straightened, as if seducing the man to enjoy radiating his infinite desire on this uncontrolled lustful meat ……
“You’ve seen it all, how about it, what do you think?”
At this moment, the disengaged Cho Yu had been put down by Mrs. Amamiya. His chest was swollen up high, in contrast to the equally swollen nipple areola, which was getting lighter in color. The teenager was sitting on the toilet next to the counter covered in sweat, his limbs trembling uncontrollably and slightly, pattering liquid was being excreted from his equally uncontrollable posterior chamber. The original tiny posterior chrysalis has been bracketed into a not so small hole, red and swollen, but also slowly shrinking back to its former tiny shape. After being pumped by the dildo for several hours, even though the dildo was continuously secreting lubricating and nourishing oils, if he didn’t stop, he would be in danger of prolapsing his anus.
Feeling the oil deep inside her body continuously excreting from that shameful place, Jo Yu looked at the very wretched Mrs. Amamiya in front of her suspiciously.
A week had passed since he had been left here by his father. The dignified and elegant Mrs. Amamiya had treated herself very well, even a little too well. It should be from her father that she knew about her fetish for women’s clothing, Mrs. Amamiya had actually let herself spend her days wearing all women’s clothing, from the inside to the outside. All kinds of color matching, all kinds of different styles, no matter underwear jacket, stockings and short skirts, and even let herself systematically learn the skills of make-up, of course, it is women’s clothing.
Until this raunchy night.
Right now, the Mrs. Amamiya in front of Zhao Yu did not have any of her usual elegance at all. As she could barely hold herself together, the lustful feast ended with the many men spurting as much as they could. The departing men cleaned up properly and left still decent, just as they had arrived decent. Only Mrs. Amamiya, who was covered in sperm, was left alone on the tatami mat, which was stained with lewdness, as if she had been played with like a rotten meat toy.
After a while, Mrs. Amamiya, who had regained some strength, braced herself from the lewd stains. Ignoring the long skirt that was pasted to her flesh, she just picked up the jacket that was thrown aside, and without a bra and panties, and not caring about the undried semen all over her body, she stumbled to the room where Jo Yu was.
Looking at Mrs. Amamiya’s cold face, it was hard to imagine that she was the same person as the slut who had just cried for a man’s cock cum. As if to prove that what had just happened was real, a stream of sticky, slippery semen slid down from Mrs. Amamiya’s hair to the corner of her mouth. She naturally cocked her index finger and wiped it down, looking down coldly at the still sharply panting teenager from above, sticking out her tongue to quietly lick the essence left on her finger by some unknown man, “You know, your father just wanted me to turn you into the same person as me, into a slut who goes crazy for men’s cocks and cums just like me.”　The warmth of the shower in the bathroom gently caressed the two snowy flesh, the warmth soothing the tired bodies and minds. The teenager was so comfortable he almost moaned, however, he let out a wailing sob.
Why, why is all this, one has nothing more than a somewhat special fondness for women’s clothing, one has nothing more than a fondness for pretty clothes. Why is that? Her father, who had always been cold to her, had raped her while she was drunk! I was just glad that I got rid of my father’s cold eyes for the time being, and I met this Japanese woman who treated me very well, and she, Mrs. Amamiya, who was noble and elegant in front of people, but who showed an incomparably slutty face tonight, even tortured herself in this way, and also, and also turned herself into a slut like her! Oooh, why is all this?
Two soft firmnesses rested against the teenager’s boyish back, followed by two bulging fullnesses, and a pair of arms encircled the weeping teenager, holding him tightly in their embrace.
“I’m sorry.” Amamiya Kinko sighed softly next to the teenager’s ear, “But I don’t want you to fall into a slut like me.”
“Oooh, then, then why did you tie me up, and, and put me on top of that counter.” The teenager was clearly unable to receive Gumiko’s explanation, and was even more haunted by the fact that he had been lewdly humiliated, but he was too thin-skinned to say anything about it.
The woman behind her let out another sigh, as if she was in great distress. A pair of warm and soft lips quietly pressed against the teenager’s neck, and the slippery tongue also lonesome hooked and licked the teenager’s sensitive skin, unable to move and suck.
The teenager was stunned by the sudden excitement of being kissed so passionately by a woman for the first time since his adolescent development. The youthful, thin body shook and trembled, and by the time he regained his senses, the incredibly flexible tongue had already reached the corner where he had just been ravaged.
“No, don’t, there, it’s dirty there.” Despite speaking out to stop it, the teenager was already too giddy to know what to do.
And by now, Amamiya Kinko was already sitting on her knees behind the teenager, and her mucus-secreting tongue was already hungrily wantonly making its way through the teenager’s posterior chrysanthemum!
What a feeling it was, as if a gentle fire was burning in one’s dirtiest place. Originally known as the dirty place called asshole, there is a soft flame is slowly lighting itself on fire. In an instant, the originally red and swollen posterior couldn’t help but comfortably tighten and open up again, the weak limbs also comfortably wanted to loosen up, the teenager couldn’t control the opening of his mouth, and barely suppressed the urge to moan. In the end, two soft hands broke the teenager’s already feeble insistence.
“Ahhhh, good, so good, oooooh.”
Mrs. Amamiya’s hand was gently stroking the teenager’s erect rod, squeezing it gently, squeezing it heavily, and the unfamiliar experience made the teenager’s soul soar, so comfortable that he cried out.
Jo Yu had never had intimate contact with a woman before, and the only sexual experience she had besides masturbation was once when she was raped by her father, and tonight when she was tortured by the machine for half the night. With Amamiya’s back-and-forth technique, he immediately released the essence of his virginity.
Rolling the sticky cum in her hand, Amamiya looked straight at the teenager’s reddened cheeks, and in response to the teenager’s surprised gaze, she stuck out that incredibly flexible tongue again, and bit by bit, she hooked the teenager’s essence into her mouth.
“Husband, ma’am, you, you, you should hurry up and find some medicine to take, otherwise, there is a possibility that you might get pregnant.” The teenager looked at the mature flesh in front of him, but held back a sentence like this.
“Heh, well, I’ve been fucked by so many men tonight, and even more so, I’ve been shot in a lot of …… Are you concerned about me?” Amamiya raised her nice eyebrows and smiled slightly at the teenager, followed by a sigh, “Back then, my brother was your age too.” Saying that, he took the teenager into his arms.
Two masses of softness covered his fierce and incomparable heartbeat, two slightly hard things unyielding against his chest, but the teenager did not dare to take a breath, holding his breath can also still smell the gust of smell emanating from the mature female body, it is the smell of fire for moths.
“Ten years ago, I was a police officer ……” Mrs. Amamiya’s voice came from the teenager’s ear, hollow and distant.
Ten years ago, I was a police officer. At the age of twenty-five, it was the age of the young. Should be the heart of justice, but also want to make a name for themselves, the young heart is so restless it. To be a police officer, you have to catch bad guys. I caught a very famous bad guy and sent him to jail. I thought this was the beginning of my success, but in fact, it was the beginning of a nightmare.
Immediately after that, I was set up, my lover left me, my brother, who I was dependent on, was kidnapped, and yes, it was all done by the bad guy’s accomplices, who blackmailed me into confessing to the crime and sending me to jail as well.
How could I fight them as a helpless little cop? Not to mention …… Oh, all in all, I was sentenced to five years, and three years later, I was released and sent to Japan, and became Amamiya Qinzi, a housewife, oh, a sex slave.
Are you wondering why I’m not worried about getting pregnant? Look me in the eye.
Because, me, I’m a man.
Oh, I should say I used to be a man, I was a male police officer before I went to prison.
The first night in prison, I was tied up by seven men in the same room who gang-raped me.
Yeah, just fucked me in the ass. Seven guys, they had drugs, they had rope, they fucked me all night. They tied me up securely like a dog, and the seven men took turns holding my ass and fucking it. Of course my ass wasn’t as big and meaty and slutty as it is now. Now I could have milked them dry with my ass alone. They gagged me, and although I cried out for help at first, no one cared at all, probably they weren’t afraid of me crying out, they just didn’t want to hear a man cry out. The inmates, who had been horny for years, took out their brutal lust into the darkness of the night, into my male body, into my asshole. Of course, no one dared to stick their cock in my mouth at that time. Being drugged I couldn’t fight back, and probably my heart began to break that night. Oh, I was still very bloodthirsty back then, and now if someone fucked me in the ass, my mouth would either scream loudly or lick the cock harder.
I was tied up in my room for a week and the guards simply ignored me. During the day it was fine, but every night it was hell for me. I thought at first that the gang rape of seven men on the first day had broken me, but then I realized that it was still light. Every night a lot of people ran to the room I was in, and the inmates, mad with sexual desire, came in and hugged my ass and fucked me. On the seventh night, starting at eight o’clock in the night, it was almost ten minutes a man for ten minutes a man. I don’t know when they stopped and when I woke up I was on my back in a hospital bed and a week had passed.
It turned out that I was dried out, haha, the whole seven days, I have not eaten anything, every day just drink water, of course, and my lower mouth to eat a man’s cock to drink a man’s white soup, oh, I was dried out.
I spent a month lying on a bed in some hospital, and when I recovered a bit and tried to kill myself, pictures of my girlfriend and my brother were put in front of my eyes. They told me that I had offended someone I shouldn’t have and that I had to atone for my sins in prison, and that if I didn’t finish atoning for my sins, whether I killed myself or was fucked alive by the inmates, my only family member, my brother, and my girlfriend would have to come to prison to take my place.
Oh, that doctor, well, he helped me and ultimately kept me from ever going back.
The doctor told me that in order not to be fucked to death, you have to be able to serve men, to serve men comfortably I can also be less tortured, hahaha, I am a male police officer was set up in prison, but also in prison to serve men, hahaha, hahahaha, hahahaha.
What else can I do?
I put on very slutty and revealing clothes, but of course, I had nothing to show at the time, after all, I was still a man at the time.
While prison uniforms are the clothes of inmates, my clothes are stockings, thongs, high heels, bras, and fake tits.
Because I have to live, I have to serve men.
I learned to match the clothes: some people like pure, I will wear white stockings white panties bra student dress; some people like mature, I will change to black style; some people like home, I put on flesh-colored stockings pretending to be a housewife; some people like the workplace, I became a black-rimmed glasses suit and a narrow skirt of the OL. In short, what the men like what I am, but I’m not the same as the upright and imposing I’m no longer the young and ambitious policeman.
The inmates were already mad with sexual desire, and when they saw me walking over on my heels and wiggling my ass, they took off their pants and held me down and fucked me hard. Oh, you can’t stand being fucked by a dildo for a couple of hours, let alone me being fucked by men regardless of whether I’m dead or alive. Although I try to please the men who fuck me, but still often all over the body.
At the hospital, I got down on my knees and begged that doctor to save me, I had to stay alive, I couldn’t let those people hurt my girlfriend and my brother.
The doctor started to cure me. He said I was sick, a sickness that could only be cured by becoming a woman.
I went to the hospital every other day and the doctor had someone train me on how to move more like a woman, how to put on makeup, how to be slutty, and how to wiggle my ass to fuck men. He also gave me injections and pills, probably female hormones or something. As I ate, my skin became more and more slippery, and my ass became bigger and bigger. Of course, it might not be from the pills, but also from being fucked by men. Since I’ve been in prison, my ass hasn’t been swollen, either by men hitting it with their cocks or by them slapping it.
Slowly, I lost my pecs, and my boobs, though small, were sort of small tits.
Things are slowly getting better for me in prison, the men used to always hold my ass and fuck it, now I have tits for them to rub too, oh well, there’s finally one more place for them to play, and my asshole can take a vacation once in a while to rest and relax.
By the way, I’ve been sucking men’s dicks for a long time. Guess whose dick I sucked for the first time? Haha, it wasn’t the prisoner’s, it was the bad guy’s that I sent to prison.
That day he brought people to see me in prison, I wore a policewoman’s uniform. At that time my body has been good, say not front and back is also have breasts and ass, I pinch the voice of the slut baked to serve him, lick his cock, call his husband called him godfather. Oh, I sent him to prison, in the end he came to prison to fuck me, a male cop, hahaha.
Three years, I was fucked by the inmates for three years. For three years, the doctors kept transforming me bit by bit, my face became more and more like a woman’s face, I naturally walked with my legs clenched and my buttocks twisted, and every day I could only rest and relax when the inmates who fucked me were comfortable.
When I was in my fourth year, I met a friend of the doctor’s, a Japanese man, in the hospital. Probably because of who I looked like, the Japanese guy asked for me from the prison side and I was taken to Japan by him like a cargo. He married me, hahaha, I’m a male cop who married a Japanese guy, hahaha. He married me, and eventually, operated on me, turning me completely into a woman on the outside, and also turning me into a woman who couldn’t live without a man’s cock and cum. And your father, too, wanted me to turn you into such a woman, such a woman who is willing to be fucked by men.
Zhao Yu had been dumbfounded to hear that this mature female body beauty in front of her had been transformed from a man!
“No, no one cares about them? I, I mean the law ……”
“A naive child, you are so innocent like my brother.” Amamiya gently stroked the teenager’s hair, “Their power is unimaginable, huh, reality, it’s darker than you think. But why are you so concerned about me? There’s no way back for me, and you, but you’re in the same boat.”
“I, I, you, you ……” Jo Yoo suddenly and inexplicably blushed, as if there was something she was too embarrassed to talk about, period.
“Oh, silly boy, I’m a bad woman, not even really a woman, you ……”
Before Amamiya Gumiko could finish her sentence, a pair of tightly pursed lips blocked her words.
Jo Yu had backhanded the ripe, beautiful flesh in front of him, his mind now blank, not knowing how he could have impulsively kissed Mrs. Amamiya.
Perhaps it was the mournful astonishment at the first sight of the hearth, perhaps it was the care that was as warm as the balmy sunshine on weekdays, perhaps it was the confusion of seeing her frantic in the midst of the men, or perhaps it was hearing her recount the ups and downs of her own life.
The mind of a teenager is always unclear even to himself, and when the door of desire opens, the thoughts of sex and death always leave the young heart powerless to struggle. He couldn’t say what was wrong with him, the only thing that was clear was that he wanted to hold her, to kiss her, even, to ……
The naked mature woman first froze at the teen’s actions, habit or otherwise, and Amamiya responded fiercely to the teen. She turned the tables, still with that same sinful tongue, and she pried open the teen’s lips, tickling and hanging on to the teen’s mouth with reckless abandon, seducing the teen’s unaware tongue, tangling and coating it with passion. Body fluids mingled and flames burned.
Ryoko. “I’m not clean, I’m dirty.” Mrs. Amamiya’s eyes glistened with a mist of confusion.
“No, I don’t care, I, I like you!” The teenager blushed and confessed, not noticing that the two of them were still naked and facing each other at the moment, not to mention remembering that the woman in front of him had tortured herself with a machine a few hours ago.
Amamiya bit her lip as if she made some decision. She straddled the teenager’s crotch, buried Jo Yul’s head in her plump chest, and softly whispered in his ear, “Hold me, hold me hard.”
The teenager was mesmerized by the white, smooth and creamy breast flesh, and he couldn’t help but take hold of a hardened nipple bean and suck on it, memories of his distant childhood hazy in his mind. He himself was also held by his mother like this sucking on his mother’s breasts, right, what did his mother look like? The blurred memories of mom gradually overlapped with an elegant and serene face, it’s her, it’s Mrs. Amamiya, it’s, mom.
What other kind of memories are also slowly awakening, no, don’t think about it …… The feeling in his lower body also timely interrupted the memories that the teenager was trying to escape.
Is this, what it feels like to enter a woman’s body? Slippery, soft, and tightly clamping itself. It was as if one had turned into a kite flying into the sky, the gentle squeezing at the penis, like the long line binding the kite pulling now and then, making one want to escape and indulge. Two cotton like masses wriggled against his thighs, a moan that rose and fell from his ears to his soul. The teenager couldn’t help but hug the soft flesh of his body tighter, so tight that he wanted to melt into her. I don’t know if it was the first experience or not, but the teen was quick to lose her armor, only to be guided by her as she tangled from the bathroom all the way to the big bed, whereupon another madness ensued. On top were two tongues rubbing together as she initiated the attack into the teen’s mouth. Twisting her soft, thin waist, her empty and limp crotch rubbed hungrily against the teenager’s tender rod. The already ejaculated rod lifted its head only slightly, with a look of intent. She slumped eagerly against the teen’s crotch, gulping and sucking rapidly, innocently raising her eyes to the teen’s, hungry eyes stimulating his frayed nerves. Soon the young flesh was angling for battle again. Originally at a loss for words, the teenager’s eyes reddened, and in her surprise, he overturned the sprawled and kneeling flesh, too late to appreciate a quivering body of beautiful flesh, and pounced like a hungry wolf, thrusting quickly, pulling out, thrusting in again, primitively jerking and lashing out.
The exhausted teenager quickly drifted off to sleep, while the equally labored female body grew more awake. The dim light from the bed spilled over the bare thighs, as if gilding the snow-white skin with a layer of gold so thin it was transparent. The face of Mrs. Amamiya on the window was blurred in the curling of the cigarette smoke, just like the dimly lit world outside the window. Deeply inhaled the smoke, looking at his very naturally arched orchid finger, Amamiya bitterly smiled and shook his head, there is one thing that he did not lie to him, can not go back, I really have become a woman, can never go back.
“After all, it’s a little kid, huh, I can’t believe I really believe you.” Accompanied by the crisp groan of high heels, a tall figure appeared at the head of the bed that had just finished acting out the live show. The doctor’s characteristic white coat covered the coming person’s thin body, but in the chest protruded high up, silently displaying its arrogance to the world, the thin and narrow waist, the long and slender black silk wrapped calves under the white coat in the glow of the glossy thin-heeled pointy-toe high-heeled shoes smugly tempting something. Under the black center-parted long hair was a face with an indifferent expression. Thick black-framed glasses covered a pair of slender eyes and added a lot of civilized temperament to the owner of the eyes, but Amamiya knew what kind of madness was in those eyes.
“Hail to you, Mrs. Amamiya.” The visitor spoke in a flirtatious and coquettish tone, “Your most faithful collaborator, Kitama Reika, is going to make you beg for mercy again tonight.”